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Showing posts with label public school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label public school. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

First Day of School 2008

Here they are, waiting for the bus to come take them to first grade: 

Yes, I'm the anal retentive mother who actually made name tags for each kid with their school name, bus numbers, teachers' names and room numbers. Hey, at least I didn't actually GO to the school on the first day this time! 

The bus, thankfully, drops off and picks up right in front of the house. Yay! Makes life so much easier. They've got a short bus ride there and a loooooong bus ride home, so we'll see how they do. No incidents yesterday, and both of them came home with lots of stories about the playground and new friends.

Zoe said: "We're not doing math and hard stuff - we're doing fun stuff!"  Ha. One the first day? Of course! :)


Dmitri said, "My teacher is very pretty and very nice!" Whew. Last year, his teacher was "very pretty and very mean." LOL

Now we'll just have to see how things go when they start doing the "hard stuff" and the teachers don't seem quite so nice anymore...

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Kindergarten Graduation

Well, their first year of school is officially over.

They wrapped it up with a great big party. Lots of food!



And lots of playing.





And tons of games.



And today they graduated! Class of 2020.



*gulp*

Look, Ma, I gradimitated!



Gotta love the hats!



The teachers read three things about each kid as they came up - the thing they liked best this year, what they would do in first grade, and what they wanted to be when they grew up.

Lots of Nascar drivers and veterinarians!

My kids, though... LOL





ZOE
The best thing this year was: the zoo
In 1st grade, I will: be good
When I grow up I want to be: a princess

DMITRI
The best thing this year was: recess
In 1st grade, I will: learn more about spiders
When I grow up I want to be: amazing

Time for cookies!

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Letter to the Principal

Dear Ms. Xxxxxxx,

Overall, our experience with school for the kids has been good. They're progressing appropriately, and we see that the kids' teachers do very well, considering the failing national educational system we provide educators as a tool, but we do have a couple of concerns about issues not related to school performance.

1. The first concern involves Zoe and a school bus driver, Ms. S..., of Bus XX.

Zoe has been in trouble on her morning bus on more than one occasion (she seems to have far less trouble with the driver of the afternoon bus). I'm sure she breaks the rules sometimes, and should receive consequences that match her behavior and age. My concern here is that she reported to us that the bus driver told her, "Zoe, you're not good with people, so you have to sit up front." Dmitrios confirmed hearing this. Both Zoe and Dmitrios also have reported on many occasions that Ms. S... continually threatens Zoe, and other children, with bus tickets.

Whether Ms. S... used those exact words or not, Zoe has been emotionally and psychologically hurt by the bus driver's message. Giving the message to a little girl that she's "not good with people" and will be punished because of it is unacceptable and inappropriate.

As you know (and as anyone involved in the education of children should know, including school bus drivers) identity and self-esteem are in crucial stages of formation and development in the elementary grades. Zoe was very scared and ashamed to tell me what the bus driver said to her and she was crying because she didn't want to tell us that an adult authority figure believed and told her she was in some way a bad or flawed person.

Zoe, and any child at her age, trusts adult authority figures and will take what they say to heart. On school busses and in classrooms Zoe's curiosity and desire for social engagement may be inappropriate at times, but they should not be devalued and labeled as inherently bad or wrong.

Girls in our society have enough pressures to be something other than what they are without the added pressure of assaults on their identity and character in our education system. Order on the bus or in school should not come at the cost of any child's sense of identity and self-esteem.

While I'm certain that driving a bus load of children is a challenge on the best days, making threats and using inconsistent follow-through are two of the more ineffective ways to keep the chaos and disorder at realistic, manageable and safe levels when children are grouped in numbers and forced into spaces and situations, such as school busses and classrooms, that are counter to learning and healthy childhood development.

As a matter of fact, inappropriate and unclear expectations and consequences, coupled with inconsistent follow-through, is a disastrous combination for us and our children at all levels, parental, educational, social, legal and cultural. Seat belts on school busses would be a far better preventative solution and consistent message about safety and behavioral expectations on school busses for our children, but we have obviously chosen to put money (the cost of seat belts on busses) before children in our society, so we all have to live with the consequences.

The third Bus Conduct Report we've received regarding Zoe and her behavior on Ms. S...'s bus reports Violation of Safety Procedures, Excessive Mischief and Rude/Discourteous/Annoying, with OTHER COMMENTS: "Zoe horsing with R.A. this morning even when asked to stop many times. They were playing around taking hats off each other and causing a big disturbance while I was driving."

Zoe tells me that Mr. R.A. is older than her and often "picks on" her. This would suggest that an effective solution to the problem, instead of multiple verbal warnings that allow the problem to continue, might be to make sure that Mr. R.A. and Zoe not be allowed to sit near each other.

The evidence strongly suggests that Ms. S... has a personality conflict with Zoe. My own and my wife's experiences support such evidence. On numerous occasions we have suggested to Ms. S... that she let us know if there's a problem and we would address it. Not only has Ms. S... not reported to us that there is a problem, she has been Rude/Discourteous/Annoying to us in her lack of verbal response to our inquiries and her angry affect and mood directed at us. I don't think Ms. S... would fare much better than Zoe if Zoe were able to give Bus Driver Conduct Reports.

We have no problem with Zoe continuing on the same morning bus, nor would we have a problem putting her on a different bus. We will continue to give her the message that she must follow the rules on whatever bus she rides, whether she likes or agrees with them or not, but we will also be paying attention to the messages she receives, verbal and non-verbal, and we will let you know if we continue to see the same patterns and have the same concerns.

Please let us know how you intend to address the concern. It would also be congruent with the mantra of parental involvement that we be notified of Zoe's behaviors prior to us receiving a Bus Conduct Report via mail, and it would be sensible for the adults to confer together to resolve issues as good modeling for the sake of the children who will be leading and managing this society when we're too old to do so.

2. Another concern we have is that Dmitrios is getting the message that it is ok for others to push, hit, kick and bully him as long as they don't get caught, that he is not allowed to use force to defend himself, that he must tell a teacher or other authority figure at the school, and that when he does so the message he receives is, "If I didn't see it happen I can't do anything about it."

Dmitrios has reported on several occasions that "older boys" have pushed him down, shoved his face in the snow repeatedly, and hit and kicked him repeatedly, and that the issue was not addressed when he told a teacher or other school authority. Dmitrios is not a consistent target or victim of physical threats, aggression or bullying, but he has said on more than one occasion, "I don't want to get in trouble for fighting because my teacher told me I have to get hit 10 times before I can fight back, but I don't like being hit by the bigger kids."

Of course, we understand that the school does not think its ok for one child to initiate hurting another child, yet a Zero Tolerance policy effectively castrates all of us - children, educators, parents - by not allowing our children to learn in school that force is a last resort, but if necessary, needs to be employed wisely and effectively. We teach Dmitrios (and Zoe) to work towards compromise, that force is a last resort and that it can and should be avoided through verbal conflict resolution. We further teach our children that if they have to use force they should do so only to escape and prevent the perpetration of further aggression and violence on him/her and/or others.

We will not have our children believe it is ok for anyone to incidentally, continually, consistently and/or persistently threaten their safety or invade their physical boundaries. We will continue to teach them and give them the message (after reinforcing the difference between aggression and accidents that happen during physical play) that they should: 1st, walk away from the aggression and tell a teacher or other school authority; 2nd, if the aggression continues, they should attempt to compromise and work it out with the aggressor; 3rd, if the aggression pattern continues further they should verbally assert their physical boundaries by yelling “STOP” or “NO”; 4th, if the aggression pattern continues, they should fight back as hard as they can using physical force if they are being physically hurt and threatened, and then remove themselves from the situation and get help from a trusted adult as quickly as possible. My child's sense of self-esteem and safety are worth far more than the risk of suspension or expulsion from school, although it is wrong that such a choice is forced on parents.

If martial arts were mandated as part of our national curriculum our children would be taught non-violent conflict resolution skills, violence and aggression as a last resort, wise and efficient use of force, and the importance and practice of physical and mental discipline, fitness and health.

Zero Tolerance negates the learning of effective assertiveness while creating an atmosphere and environment in which aggression and violence are not appropriately addressed and The Law of the Jungle becomes the covert but primary message. The evidence shows that aggression and violence in schools have escalated despite Zero Tolerance policies. As we all learn in the kitchen and in cutting our lawns, a dull and neglected blade is far more dangerous and ineffective than a sharp and properly maintained blade.

Not only is a Zero Tolerance policy an ineffective way to establish and maintain a safe and realistically ordered learning environment, it is also counter to our personal, parental, and family beliefs and values and sets up an unnecessary and counterproductive conflict between us and the school, and between most parents and most schools, and can leave Dmitrios, and other children, in a state of uncertainty, distrust and confusion about their worth and safety.

Dmitrios should not fear punishment for using force to clearly set his boundaries with other children or people when they are threatening or physically invading his boundaries, and he should not have to deal with mixed messages between his parents and school authorities while at school.

It is interesting that our national position on school aggression, violence and bullying is so blatantly incongruent with our national position on how far out of the way we can send our military to kill others who have successfully killed some of in a vain attempt to prevent those others from killing any more of us, while at the same time we practice not physically defending defenseless people who are being killed at the genocidal level in places that don't have anything coveted by us. It is also interesting that both extremes, our tyrannical national position and our Zero Tolerance educational position, lead uselessly to even more ineffective and unnecessary violence and aggression.

Aggression and violence are part of life, and they will always be so, and it is a great disservice to our children to give them the message that they are incapable of being responsible for their own safety and the safety of others. It is a great disservice to effectively castrate our children and force them into victim mentality and behaviors.

Actually, Dmitrios handles these mixed messages very well. He's a very caring, kind and earnest boy. He's concerned with doing what's good and helpful. He asks us about these inconsistencies because he sees that they don't make sense and because he feels he's being told something different than what he knows is best. He has a good sense of self-worth and he knows that the underlying, if perhaps unintentional or misguided, message of the school is that rules and authority are more important than his safety, that he's incapable of judging when to use force, and that, if he does use force to stop someone from hurting him or someone else, the reason for his use of force was irrelevant and he is no different than those initiating aggression and violence. He knows, in his own 5-yr-old way, that he is being put in an inappropriate and unacceptable position.

This relatively minor, but important concern we have about our son, Dmitrios, is simply a reflection of the cultural message we are giving our children through our educational institutions, particularly to our boys, about their natural, good and valuable instinct for, and love of, survival, competition, and the importance and value of fighting for what's good and right individually and collectively.

We are raising generations full of more and more dull, neglected blades that are dangerous to themselves, our culture and the world. If we don't teach our boys how to temper their aggression into the capacity for assertiveness, physical and otherwise, in the service of what is good and life-affirming for themselves and the rest of us, they will continue to feel shame about their innate and valuable survival and competition instinct, conceal their weapons and go off half-cocked, trigger-happy and feeling powerless and castrated into a world that they see primarily as threatening and opposing to them. Culturally, we act shocked at the violence of our male youth, yet we are responsible for giving them little other choice. One definition of insanity doing the same thing over and over again while expecting a different outcome.

We can see the results of this all around us in child and adolescent behavior: gangs, substance abuse, risky and abusive sex, teenage pregnancy, and the list goes on... And we can see what happens in our country (and world) when we allow adult males who see the world as an unsupervised playground through immature adolescent glasses that is either to be dominated or feared to lead us. The instinct that is expressed as destruction, aggression and violence in the world is the same instinct that protects and serves life.

As a master's level psychologist and psychotherapist working in this community I see the results in of this cultural and Zero Tolerance school problem in most, if not all, of the boys and male adolescents referred from schools or from the legal system into my services. I see the underlying identity and self-esteem wounds that our cultural messages cause boys. I see the pain, violence, defiance, anger, resentment, depression and destructiveness to self and others that is a result of the messages we give our boys. These messages should not be tolerated in our schools, yet we continue to perpetrate the very violence on our boys that we attempt to force out of them with our Zero Tolerance practices.

It would be wrong of me to allow my son to experience his father passively allowing him to be castrated, and it would be wrong of me to allow my daughter to experience her father in passive collusion with the perpetuation of a world filled with and lead by violent tyrannical mostly-male leaders.

If the cultural points I make seem out of proportion to the concerns we have for our individual children in one elementary school then it’s important to remember that, after the home, the schools are where our children spend the most time, and where they receive their earliest societal and cultural messages, and the schools are a reflection of our best cultural thinking and values on many levels besides education. That should frighten us all.

We are members of a growing group of parents who can no longer, in good conscience, allow our educational system and institutions to be the primary educators of our children. We have chosen to use school as a supplement to home education and we know that we do not have to depend on schools to educate our children. We also know that the institution and system are not necessarily a reflection on or of the talented and dedicated educators attempting to work within it. It seems to me you folks are losing the war through attrition and friendly fire.

Thank you for receiving our concerns.

Sincerely,

Michael & Dawn Mantas

Monday, March 24, 2008

Six Year Old Kisses & Underwear

Stop.

The.

Insanity.

A school suspended a six year old for kissing a second grader on the bus.

Yeah. Okay. This whole "zero tolerance" thing has gone way beyond any sort of common sense.

Just a few weeks ago, Zoe had an accident at school. They didn't call me - instead they just put a note in her backpack, changed her into the school's "spare" size 6X set of pants and underwear, and asked me to wash and return them in the note. Which was fine.

Except Zoe was going through her backpack on the bus and her underwear fell out. The bus driver found them, and she made a big deal of coming out to talk to me about it. When Zoe explained she'd had an accident in school, the bus driver backed down and said, "Oh, she didn't tell me that."

Did she think Zoe was flashing the other kids? What?

It just seems to me that the first reaction nowadays from schools (and anyone involved with schools) is an overreaction. Instead of using their heads, they let their fear lead them. A six year old kisses a second grader, a pair of underwear is found on the bus, and all of a sudden bells and whistles are going off? I understand being a mandatory reporter, and of course, if you discover real abuse, you should do something.

But something like this? Come on...

Life is complicated enough for adults, never mind the kids, without adding this sort of suspicion and stress. And when the adults in their world suddenly become wary of everything... it definitely makes things pretty confusing and bewildering for a six-year-old.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

If You Take a Mouse to School



Dmitri: There was a mouse in our school!
Daddy: A mouse! What grade was he in?
Dmitri: Umm... our grade
Daddy: A mouse in kindergarten! Did he sit by you?
Dmitri: (laugh) No!
Daddy: Can he count to 100 like you?
Dmitri: (laugh) No! Dad! My teacher screamed like a little teeny baby!
Daddy: Did you scream?
Dmitri: No! (scoff) I’m a brave mouse boy.




Monday, January 28, 2008

Spelling Bee

Our local school's mascot is the yellowjacket. Mostly because there are a million of them around here in the summer time. The kids, of course, just think it's a bee. There are bees everywhere around the school - cartoon pictures taped on cinderblock walls, stuffed bees lined up in display cases.

Dmitri got a note mailed home from his teacher saying, "Bee proud, your child counted to 89 today!" A bee was prominently displayed on the front. Zoe got the same one from her teacher, "Bee proud, your child counted to 100 today!" When they got home and I showed them their postcards, they danced around with them.


"B-E-E... that spells 'bee!'" Dmitri showed me. "I can spell bee. I'm a spelling bee. Bzzzzzzz!"


Zoe said, "The big kids do a spelling bee at school."


I suddenly flashed back to my own sixth grade spelling bee. I missed the word "iceberg." Spelled it with a "u."


"Do they, Mom?" Dmitri asked


"Yep." I nodded.


He scrunched up his nose like he does when he's confused. "They fly around and spell?"

Both of the littles started giggling at the thought.

"No. A spelling bee just means they take turns spelling words until they miss one. The one who hasn't missed any words wins."

"Why do they call it a spelling BEE?" Dmitri asked. "B-e-e!"

Because it stings, I thought. "I'm not sure... But I like your kind of spelling bee better, 'Mitri."

He started flying and buzzing again. "Me, too!"



Sunday, January 20, 2008

Where Do The Children Play?

I heard a statistic on the radio this morning.

What do only 20% of all middle schoolers have in common?

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Only 20% of them get recess.

When I was a kid, we had not one, but two recesses in elementary school. By the time I got to middle school, though, recess was out the window.

We're dealing with an "obesity epidemic" in this country, and yet we're chaining children to school desks - why? So we can later chain them to the desk in their cubicle?

What's wrong with this picture?

"Free play is slipping away from children’s lives. Yet time spent building forts or exploring outdoors, caring for animals, pretending or problem-solving with peers are now being shown by a wide body of research to be essential to healthy development, spiritual attunement, and emotional survival. Open-ended play in places that offer access to woods, gullies and gardens, ditches, boulders, and bike paths enhances curiosity and confidence throughout life. Play takes many forms. It may be best defined from within as a spontaneous human expression that relies on imagination and a sense of freedom. Players invent alternative contexts for conversation, visualization, movement, and interactions with real objects. They find release and involvement, stimulation and peace. Although play may arise anywhere, even in a cement cell, children are beckoned by the natural world to enjoy sensations of being alive."(Taken from the Where Do Children Play?" Website)

I'm glad we live in a place now where my children can go right outside my back door and explore the wide world of nature. They have a place to go to play that's safe, exciting and physically challenging. I don't worry that they're going to get kidnapped, or hit by a car or run into a drug dealer on the corner. I can look out my kitchen window and watch them build snow forts, climb trees, and play "sword fighting" with sticks.

I don't think I'll ever live in a city or suburb again. I guess I'm a convert! Not that there aren't dangers, of course. Including things like poison ivy and rattlesnakes (believe it or not.) But I've found that playing in the grass and picking flowers and collecting insects really holds their interest much more than being contained by cement and fences ever did.

Michael and I saw a wonderful documentary on PBS a few months ago that illustrated this point perfectly (and is the source of the quote above) - unfortunately, I didn't tape it, and they only showed it once! But they are bringing it back, and they are having special screenings of it as well. There's one in our area (sort of - it's a hike for us!) which I'm considering attending:


Where Do The Children Play
Detroit Screening
Wednesday, January 23, 2008.
Reception, film screening, and panel discussion.
Detroit Waldorf School, 6:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m.
For more information call 313-822-0300.

Friday, January 4, 2008

Time To Blog

I've been doing this whole Blog 365 insanity for two days and I'm already regretting it... And Michael wonders why I don't make New Year's resolutions?! Ha.

Every day for 365 days? What was I thinking?

I woke up this morning to the chaos of kids and husband getting ready to go back for the first day of school and work after the holiday with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I knew, of course, they were going back today. Their backpacks were ready, their snowsuits and boots by the door. But gloves, apparently, had been lost, unbeknownst to me, and Daddy was storming around grousing about the Bermuda Triangle that is our house. The kids were repeating over and over, "I don't know!" to Daddy's constant, "Where did you put them!?" question.

Our foot of snow is supposed to melt over the next few days. My guess is we will find them then, somewhere in the yard. For now, they wore mismatched gloves of the knit variety - the ones Michael hates and claims are useless. But at least they're better than nothing.

The house was quiet once the littles were gone and Michael had left for his second-to-last day of work before he starts the new job. The only company I have now during the day is Sophie the Cocker Spaniel since we found new forever-homes for the big dog and the two cats, because of my allergies (and I can already feel the difference.)

Michael has been talking more and more about moving up north, which would mean homeschooling again, most likely. I wouldn't mind. We spent all vacation working on our reading and our counting (backwards and by 2's and 5's especially, and adding things like peanut butter crackers and celery sticks) and they're moving forward by leaps and bounds.

I knew I was going to miss them when they went back to school, but the house seems eerily empty to me during the day today. Just me and Sophie, wandering around, looking for things to do. Somehow I just don't think families were ever meant to be split up like this. I'm feeling that particularly, today, looking out at the fat blanket of snow where my children should be playing.

Guess it means I'll have lots of time to blog.


Friday, December 21, 2007

School's Out

We had a snow day this week, and I forgot what it was like having the littles home full time. They had a half day today, and now they'll be home until after the New Year.

When I was going to Weight Watchers with a friend (a million years ago) there was a group of us who would go out to eat afterward. (Don't even start on the twisted logic there, alright?) One of the women said she couldn't wait until her son started first grade the following year, because he'd be in school all day, and what a relief that would be! Then she asked me when mine started preschool, and I replied, "Oh, we're homeschooling."

You would have thought I had five heads.

But now that they're in school, and we're getting used to that whole thing, I didn't realize how much I missed them until they were home again all day during a time they were usually in school. Granted, I get a lot more done with them gone. Dusting, laundry and dishes can be completed without interruption.

But still... I have to admit. I miss them.

Am I strange, that I miss the endless interruption, the "Mom, will you tie this cape around my neck? I'm Super Anteater man!" and the "Can you put this (impossibly small and made for dolls whose arms actually BEND) shirt on my Barbie?"

Do most Moms simply wait for the day that the state relieves them of their charges for half the day? Am I the only one who finds that rather strange? *sigh*

Anyway, I'm glad we've got the next week together. They're building a dragon fort right now and they have all of Dmitri's firetrucks lined up outside the fort to put out the dragon's fire. Barbie's manning the hose. Can't wait to see what they're going to do with all the new Santa toys. Should be an interesting week!

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Dustbin Blues

The worst thing about having kids?

I can handle dirty diapers, crayons on the walls, broken keepsakes, peanut butter in the VCR, apple juice all over the keyboard...

But the thing I hate most... is germs.

I've been sick more since the beginning of September (when the kids, coincidentally, started school) than I was all of last year! That's a year's worth of illness packed into three months. What do I have to look forward to for the next seven, I wonder?

Right now, it's strep throat. Yay me. *sigh* A hundred and two degree fever, an all-over body ache and a throat that's on fire. Don't ya wanna be me? Just in time for the weekend, too. Perfect.

Yesterday, I was a cleaning maniac. Today, I'm Cameron in Ferris Bueller... "I'm dying...!"

"When Cameron was in Egypt's land... let our Cameron go..."

Michael made me tea (Constant Comment, my favorite) and toast and brought me aspirin. Looks like I'm going to spend the day in bed. Which, really, isn't necessarily a bad thing, when I think about it. Would be nice to catch up on sleep.

"You're not dying, you just can't think of anything better to do!"

Well, he's got a point. What do I have to do? Hm... so much for those Christmas decorations. Oh well, there's always next weekend.

Besides, I'm still recovering from the annual room cleaning fiasco. Four hours of cleaning, sorting, holding up tiny pieces of plastic and asking, "What's this to?... Do you have that toy anymore?... Isn't that the one you buried in the sand at the old house and then forgot where you buried it?"

What did I discover? Here's the top ten:

1. Six marbles to the chinese checkers game. Glued into the underside of Legos. I didn't, however, find the actual Krazy Glue. Yet.

2. Seven socks that I've been looking for forever tied in knots and made into a "rope" hanging from Zoe's dollhouse bedroom window (which faces the wall - no wonder I didn't see it!) Apparently, she did it during "fire safety week" at school.

3. A naked Fairytopia Barbie with two amputated feet (dog victim, I believe, from the markings) but Michael said, "She's still hot."

4. Zoe had the paper punch, two pairs of scissors, the stapler and four rolls of tape. It took me fifteen minutes to vaccum all of the "confetti" she'd made out of her school library book. I wonder how much I'm going to have to pay to replace, "Miss Spider's Sunny Patch Friends"?

5. Eight dollars and twenty-nine cents in change.

6. Four spoons, a very bent and deformed fork, and lots of peanut butter sandwich cracker wrappers.

7. The dog's leash (I wondered where that was!)

8. A line of McDonald's french fries along the baseboard behind the dresser leading up to a peach pit. It was like the perfect ant-highway!

9. A bottle of nail polish. Red. Thankfully, they couldn't get the top off.

10. Two pairs of tweezers, a slew of bandaids put on various stuffed animals, and last but not least, and empty contact case. I'm pretty sure they DID have contacts in them at one point.

Okay, I have a date with Ferris Bueller, a box of Kleenex, and a down comforter. G'nite!

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Immaturity: Caught on Tape

I have a camera phone. I never thought I'd have one (I couldn't imagine a use for it!?) but our cell phone network offered us a deal on new phones, and since mine had been broken for three months and Michael's cell phone case had just cracked, I decided to try them out. So far, I've taken pictures of the kids and the dog to put on my screen saver. That's about it. What else can I use it for, really?

Then I saw on the news this morning that a teacher in Arizona was recorded doing a cheerleading routine on a camera phone by a student in her classroom. The student then decided it would be fun to share and put the video on YouTube. The teacher was consequently put on administrative leave.

When I was in school, there were no cell phones. We weren't even allowed to use the phones in the office, unless we were sick. When I worked as a secretary to the assistant principal in a high school office, they didn't allow cell phones in school. I used to be in charge of putting confiscated phones in our office safe, where kids could get them if their parents came in with them, or they could collect them at the end of the year.

Now, though, the laws are changing. Kids are allowed to bring their phones to school, and their phones aren't just phones anymore--they're also cameras, both still and video. And apparently, high schoolers are much more creative than I am--they're definitely finding a use for their camera phones! Like recording their teachers without their knowledge and putting those videos on YouTube...

This is becoming a more and more common phenomenon. We've all had the experience of having some strange or funny YouTube video forwarded to us from someone. And you have to know, if you put yourself out there, you run the risk of someone calling you on your actions. For example, there was a teacher in Virginia who created art using his buttocks who was fired after he posted his method on YouTube and was identified in spite of his disguise.

But what about videos taken without a teacher's knowledge or permission? Here's another video of an angry teacher that identifies the school and the teacher by name. I have no idea if any disciplinary action was taken against this particular teacher--or if any of the other teachers listed when you search "angry teacher" on YouTube were discovered online and paid real life consequences for their surreptitious appearance on the net--but the question is, how are these clandestine videos being used to hold teachers accountable?

It's interesting to me that it's this particular video getting all the attention. Why? Because this is a young, attractive teacher performing a cheerleading routine? Because it has a slight hint of sex? So because some high school boy happened to record his wet dream on his cell phone, now we pay attention to what's going on in schools?
My god, are we that immature, as a culture?

If you take a look at some of the other videos listed under "angry teacher," you'll find much more inappropriate and shocking teacher behaviors. Teachers having fits, teachers throwing things, teachers out of control. Teachers who look like two year olds having tantrums.
What's wrong with this picture?

We have raised generations who believe it's perfectly okay--in fact, it's "normal"--to abdicate the responsibility of raising their own children, and have given that power to the schools. Most kids weren't really raised by their parents--they were raised by the public institution of schools, teachers, and their peers.

Where do kids spend a majority of their waking time? Schools. Who do they see more of: peers, teachers, or parents? Those three, in that order. Parents, especially working parents, see their children the least. Time spent makes a huge difference, and I think the concept of "quality time" is just a rationalization on the part of working parents. Quantity matters. What we see and do every day, that's what influences us. How can we deny that?

What results is that no one is personally invested in the development of each child. No one is the adult. Teachers are just doing a job. Schools themselves are bureaucracies. The two people who should be personally invested in the child--the parents--have the least influence and time spent. That leaves peers, who teach each other nothing about being adults, but rather perpetuate the endless infantalizing of one another, sustaining the selfish, narcissistic behavior of the child, generation after generation.

Is it any wonder we have teachers doing cheerleading routines in front of their students? "Look at me! I'm young and immature, just like you!" And we have students recording that behavior and putting it on the Internet to pass around like we used to pass notes to giggle over?

The school itself passes judgment and places the teacher, who is "supposed" to be the adult, on administrative leave. The bureaucracy plays the role of parent. And what have we all learned?

We aren't adults. We have no self-control. We're all children who need someone to tell us what to do.

Does this scare the hell out of anyone else but me??